I Was One Shot Away

Calvin Brewer, GSTPA Tour Veteran

 

People like to say golf is a sham. I get it. I’ve read the reports. I’ve talked to the doctors. I’ve seen the putting studies.

But here’s the thing they never account for.

Last Tuesday on the back nine at Willow Creek, I hit a seven iron on the fifteenth that felt different. Not good. Not lucky. Just… right. The ball left the clubface the way it’s supposed to. High, straight, clean. It landed ten feet from the pin and stopped like it knew it belonged there.

For a moment, everything made sense.

That shot didn’t show up on my scorecard. It didn’t lower my handicap. It didn’t even lead to a birdie. I three-putted, like always. But for that brief stretch between impact and landing, I was not lost.

That’s why I keep playing.

You don’t need a whole round. You don’t even need a whole hole. You just need one shot that convinces you this thing isn’t broken. That you aren’t broken.

They can call it a sham if they want. I call it close.

And I was very close.

 

Calvin Brewer spent three seasons competing on the GSTPA Tour. His highest recorded finish was thirty-second in the 1997 Shitsh Open at Sandy Spur.